Post by Mach2 on Jul 12, 2016 4:51:33 GMT
"People have desires. They have wants. They have urges. I don't have those, I have needs."
Name: Essa Sortana
Biological age: 53
Gender: Female
Race: Human, or something of the sort
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 125 lbs
Occupation: Courtesan, Tax collector
Appearance. Excerpt from the journal of Rennon Haddock, farmhand:
"Went to the pub last nite. Met a woman. If ever a girl was blesd by Milova, it was this one. Make no mistake, I were drunk three sheets to the wind when I saw her and I don't usuly remember them, but this girl was sumthing else.
I saw her from a cros the pub, and she saw me rite back. I aren't expecting her to come over, but she did. She walked rite over like she owns the place, and sat down at my table. So I says hello and asks her what her name are, and she tell me Essa. And I'm usuly better at talking with the ladees. I'm not a shy man and I like to make a woman laughs. but all I could do was smile at this one. She did much of the talking. I just did the watching.
She had soft-looking skin. Her dress hanged off her sholders too so I got to see a lot of it. Slim sholders and small bones. That dress showd off her sholders but it hid the rest of her from me. I didn't get to see that until later. But I did get to see it. We spoke for a time and we had a handful more drinks and then she invites me upstairs to the room she's staying in. And I weren't abowt to say no.
The dress came off fast and I saw a body made by the Divines. I got big hands and she got a small waste and I could neerly fit them round it. But her hips curved out just rite and her skin was even softer than I thot. Her hair was soft too and red like fire. Curled down past her sholders over her chest, and I got to tangle my fingers in it wile she pushed me agenst the wall.
I'm a young man, but I slept with plenty of women afore now. Never a girl like her. She was gone when I woke up, but I don't think I'll ever get the look in her eye out of my mind."
Personality. Excerpt from the journal of Richard Marcelle II, firstborn son of nobleman Richard Marcelle I:
"I have heard the term 'heartbreak' before, but I always believed it to be an exaggeration. Then she left me, and now I know that if anything, it is an understatement. There is an ache in my chest that surpasses any physical pain. It is relentless, it is unyielding. Thinking of her only worsens the pain, and yet it is all I can do.
She spent only a week by my side, but it was long enough for me to fall in love. Long enough for her to seduce me with her sweetness, alarm me with her passion, and warm my heart through to the core.
I brought her to a dinner. It took the women in the kitchens a full day to prepare, and the entirety of my family was in attendance. For the duration of the meal, she was the very image of everything a respectable woman should be. She spoke eloquently, and her mannerisms were impeccable. After dessert, we retired to the bedroom. No sooner were we through the door than she was tearing the layers of cloth from my body, ravenous as a starving whore. And after, when we lay in the bed with our bodies entwined, her demeanour was that of the sweetest angel, caressing me until she fell asleep with her head resting atop my chest.
She was secretive, though. If I inquired about anything more personal than her name, she would avoid the question and change the topic. Or, if we were alone, distract me from my queries by tracing her lips up and down my neck. I never learned of her family. I never learned her age, where she spent her childhood, or how she had come to my town. I never learned where she lived, or how I should find her if she ever left my side.
I only knew her a week, but that was all it took for me to fall for her completely and entirely. And then one morning, rather than waking to find my arm wrapped around her waist, holding her against me, I awoke to an empty bed. She was gone, and I was lost. I remain lost to this day. The emptiness burns, and I fear nothing will fill this whole that she's created. Heartbreak is real. Essa shattered my heart, and I cannot repair it."
History. Excerpts from the diary of Amia Sortana, mother of Essa Sortana:
"It's been three years trying now. Joel and me, we prayed to Den, we prayed to Milova, even to Udel and Svitani. The first time, my stomach was just beginning to curve when I lost the child. The second, I birthed a body whose heart stopped beating the second he left the womb. We mourned for the babe that never got to taste the air of this world. But we wanted a babe. We prayed again, and the Divines blessed us.
Tonight, I birthed a baby girl. Her cheeks are pink and healthy, and she has a great tuft of hair the same mousey brown colour as her father's. We named her Essa, after Joel's grandmother. She's the most beautiful babe in the world."
"
Name: Essa Sortana
Biological age: 53
Gender: Female
Race: Human, or something of the sort
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 125 lbs
Occupation: Courtesan, Tax collector
Appearance. Excerpt from the journal of Rennon Haddock, farmhand:
"Went to the pub last nite. Met a woman. If ever a girl was blesd by Milova, it was this one. Make no mistake, I were drunk three sheets to the wind when I saw her and I don't usuly remember them, but this girl was sumthing else.
I saw her from a cros the pub, and she saw me rite back. I aren't expecting her to come over, but she did. She walked rite over like she owns the place, and sat down at my table. So I says hello and asks her what her name are, and she tell me Essa. And I'm usuly better at talking with the ladees. I'm not a shy man and I like to make a woman laughs. but all I could do was smile at this one. She did much of the talking. I just did the watching.
She had soft-looking skin. Her dress hanged off her sholders too so I got to see a lot of it. Slim sholders and small bones. That dress showd off her sholders but it hid the rest of her from me. I didn't get to see that until later. But I did get to see it. We spoke for a time and we had a handful more drinks and then she invites me upstairs to the room she's staying in. And I weren't abowt to say no.
The dress came off fast and I saw a body made by the Divines. I got big hands and she got a small waste and I could neerly fit them round it. But her hips curved out just rite and her skin was even softer than I thot. Her hair was soft too and red like fire. Curled down past her sholders over her chest, and I got to tangle my fingers in it wile she pushed me agenst the wall.
I'm a young man, but I slept with plenty of women afore now. Never a girl like her. She was gone when I woke up, but I don't think I'll ever get the look in her eye out of my mind."
Personality. Excerpt from the journal of Richard Marcelle II, firstborn son of nobleman Richard Marcelle I:
"I have heard the term 'heartbreak' before, but I always believed it to be an exaggeration. Then she left me, and now I know that if anything, it is an understatement. There is an ache in my chest that surpasses any physical pain. It is relentless, it is unyielding. Thinking of her only worsens the pain, and yet it is all I can do.
She spent only a week by my side, but it was long enough for me to fall in love. Long enough for her to seduce me with her sweetness, alarm me with her passion, and warm my heart through to the core.
I brought her to a dinner. It took the women in the kitchens a full day to prepare, and the entirety of my family was in attendance. For the duration of the meal, she was the very image of everything a respectable woman should be. She spoke eloquently, and her mannerisms were impeccable. After dessert, we retired to the bedroom. No sooner were we through the door than she was tearing the layers of cloth from my body, ravenous as a starving whore. And after, when we lay in the bed with our bodies entwined, her demeanour was that of the sweetest angel, caressing me until she fell asleep with her head resting atop my chest.
She was secretive, though. If I inquired about anything more personal than her name, she would avoid the question and change the topic. Or, if we were alone, distract me from my queries by tracing her lips up and down my neck. I never learned of her family. I never learned her age, where she spent her childhood, or how she had come to my town. I never learned where she lived, or how I should find her if she ever left my side.
I only knew her a week, but that was all it took for me to fall for her completely and entirely. And then one morning, rather than waking to find my arm wrapped around her waist, holding her against me, I awoke to an empty bed. She was gone, and I was lost. I remain lost to this day. The emptiness burns, and I fear nothing will fill this whole that she's created. Heartbreak is real. Essa shattered my heart, and I cannot repair it."
History. Excerpts from the diary of Amia Sortana, mother of Essa Sortana:
"It's been three years trying now. Joel and me, we prayed to Den, we prayed to Milova, even to Udel and Svitani. The first time, my stomach was just beginning to curve when I lost the child. The second, I birthed a body whose heart stopped beating the second he left the womb. We mourned for the babe that never got to taste the air of this world. But we wanted a babe. We prayed again, and the Divines blessed us.
Tonight, I birthed a baby girl. Her cheeks are pink and healthy, and she has a great tuft of hair the same mousey brown colour as her father's. We named her Essa, after Joel's grandmother. She's the most beautiful babe in the world."
"